That had gone slightly better than Scorpius thought it would. He could still hear a smidge of unmistakable disappointment in Draco's voice, but it was nothing compared to what he had had experience when he came home for the summer after his first year at Hogwarts. The guilt felt a lot worse when you were twelve years old. He knew because he'd felt a surge of that guilt all over again when he'd first opened his luggage.
He looked up at his father. "Better than Hufflepuff," Scorpius half-muttered. "And I'm not crying. Are you disappointed I'm training to become a Healer and not in politics?"